Oh, she remembered, alright. And, as ever, hearing him purr like that went straight to her head, her heart and her groin. An age-old hunger, never saited, returned full-force.

But there was still the matter of his injuries...

And there were ways around them.

Dragging his lower lip sensually between her teeth as she pulled away, Rose slithered down his body. She ran her hands over his thighs -- one part copping a feel, one part testing him for injuries -- and then back up to the fastenings of his trousers. She didn't hesitate, deftly undoing them and slipping one small hand inside to firmly and tenderly cup him.

"I want you, too." Her Gallifreyan had mostly deserted her: she needed a refresher.